It's the little ones that are bad

After a 22 hour trip from Buenos Aires we spent the last week of vacation in Arizona at Lori's parents' and just vegetated. Many tamales were consumed. Much brain decaying television was watched. And many naps happened. One morning I put on my shoes to go outside with the dogs. I felt something in my shoe so I took it off. I looked inside and then screamed like a little girl. Welcome to the desert.